Monthly Archives: March 2008

Issue #28 “February 2″ by Merle Drown

When she was a girl, Miriam shot woodchucks with her father’s .22. At eighty-eight she’s thankful for the neighbor’s cat killing the squirrels, which otherwise would chew her car’s wiring. Her husband, Frank, could never kill anything, angry as he …

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